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prncessjaeger · 5 months

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nothing in return ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ღ sypnosis: where do you go when your bf sucks? here’s the answer: your best friends face!

ღ an: heard this and my fingers just began typing (but i really don’t like it now…oh well!) also cheater!reader x bsf!eren.

ღ cw: cheating ( don’t cheat irl, it’s not cute!!), smut, face riding, slight fingers, oral (f!recieving), your bf sucks!! and i think that’s it.

knocking on eren’s door, tears steady ran down your face, and when he opened it seeing your somber state, he pulled you in his arms, “what happened?”

“my boyfriend..he- he was just…so mean and so…ugh!” eren sat you down on his bed, handing you a soft tissue to wipe your eyes, “what did he do?”

“he wanted to hang out right? so i said ‘yeah okay!’ cause we haven’t did hung out in a while and literally after like 20 minutes he wanted to have sex…at first i didn’t want to, but then i gave in cause we haven’t t did it in a while…but he kept like- made it seem like and feel it was for him and his needs, like my wants or my needs didn’t matter,” eren’s fist balled up and you could feel him tensing up in anger beside you, “so i just got up and left and here we are…i feel dirty, can i- uh, can i shower here?”

“yeah, yeah, i’ll grab you some clothes…” since you’ve been here plenty of times, you went to his shower and left eren in his room, who was currently pissed.

he felt like ever since you’ve been in a relationship with that dickhead, you’ve become…distant. and while yeah he respected your relationship of course, he still missed the hangouts you two would always have, such as the late night drives to god knows where, random roadtrips out of town, hotboxing in his car…

…and overall he missed his bestfriend.

he heard the shower creaked off and your wet footsteps splat across his floor as you walked out the bathroom towards eren, standing in-front of him-only in your pink towel, “where are the clothes?” eren stared deeply at your figure: from the top of your head to the bottom of your toes and he thought you looked breathtaking in your shower glow, and you notice his eyes flickering everywhere but your face.

the more he silently admired your body, the more hot and bothered you were becoming. you looked directly into his eyes, biting your nails in nervousness, “the…the clothes eren?”

“the what?”

“clothes for tonight? i thought you were gonna give me…some…” you trailed off, seeing him stand up towering over your frame. your face heats up and you look down at your feet in embarrassment, hearing him chuckle, “they were in the bathroom?”

“oh! shit i must didn’t see them, my bad..” you backed away slow, running in the bathroom seeing the garments dead smack in your face, “how the fuck did i not see them.” scoffing in astonishment you put the clothes on: a tee and some shorts, with fuzzy socks “remember y/n, you have a boyfriend, a loving boyfriend.”

you walked back out, repeating that same mantra in your head which faded out once you stood right back in front of eren, seeing him once again unashamedly staring right at your tits. he noticed pierced with a cute pink bow nipple ring, “when did you get those?”

“uhh..2 months ago- they’re still sensitive though , hah,” eren massaged your left nipple, “uhh…why’re you..?” hearing sounds of shshes coming from eren’s mouth and a finger over his lips. he’s other hand went to your right tit, massaging it roughly and your felt pleasure fill your body, “e-eren. we shouldn’t be doing this you know…i have-

“a man? a man who doesn’t even give two shits about you.” he pulled your waist down to his laps, letting you straddle him, “but me? i would never leave you unsatisfied,” his words whispered on your lips, the both of you’ve yet to pull away, wondering who was gonna pull the first (well second) move.

he smirked seeing your appalled face now forming into a small grin, enjoying his massages, one has move your chin to look down at him, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

“remember the times we used to…kiss like this, hmm?” he mumbled on your lips, seeing that look in your eye as you remembered the time you’d make out with him in the backseat of his car, for hours…

“but eren we…really shouldn’t be doing this,” he felt your breath on his lip and chuckled, “yeah, we really…really shouldn’t…

“f-fuck, just like that…” and now here you were, moving your hips in a rhythmic motion against erens mouth had you seeing stars. the silent vibrations from your phone going ignored by the both of you, too lost in the pleasure to notice it.

eren looked up at you through his hooded eyes, seeing one hand holding your tits up, and the other held on to the top of the bed rail tightly. your lips making an “o” shape once his tongue poked slightly inside your warm, wet pussy. muffled moans from his mouth vibrated against you and you bit your bottom lip harshly, holding back a long drastic high pitched moan.

eren sat you up some to catch a small breath, only to plop you right back down rubbing his tongue in various motions against your clit and carefully inserted two fingers inside your core simultaneously, and you felt like couldn’t hold it in anymore. “e-erennn i can’t take it, please-,”

your pleas and whimpers fell short on deaf ears, eren still not letting up off you, he was sure to make sure you felt satisfied, “c’mom baby, keep riding,” he stuck his tongue out laid flat and helped you moved your hips against it, that numbing feeling you’ve always felt starting to become more apparent.

your stomach burned in pleasure, your legs and thighs were aching, and yet eren couldn’t stop licking and slurping up your slick, your disgruntled moans were high pitched once you felt reached fhat tipping point, squirting all over his face…

…and yet eren didn’t stop.

in fact he kept making out with your sloppy cunt enjoyably, and and it seemed like you’d both be at it all night…

meanwhile your actual boyfriend, who was still salty you left him blue-balled, was steady blowing up your phone with calls and texts wondering where you, and checked your location…

only to see your red dot erens house. he wondered why you were there so late at night, so he drove over there, and once he arrived he saw two shadowed figures clearly fucking from a the huge window and saw your cute small honda accord out in the driveway.

he dialed your number again and again and again, going straight to voicemail and sighed in his hands, deciding to end the relationship over one measly text, and when eren saw the said text he chuckled, mumbling in you ear:

“now i can keep you to myself…”

ღ an: ooh lord…idk if imma ever write smut again this was STRESSFUL!!

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dysaren · 4 months

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the best patient ✮ | e.jaeger

MDNI-> warnings: afab reader, nurse!y/n, erenbrokehiswrist, cheater!eren, stoner!eren, dealer!eren, (pretend hes also a metalhead bc i love metalheads. and toxic eren oh my god its unhealthy), mentions of weed, blowjobs, hairpulling, missionary, cowboy, multiple creampies, dirty talk, eyerolling, tit sucking, hickies, pussy eating, cum swapping/sharing/consuming, squirting (cuz it wouldnt be a dysaren fic without squirting!), erens gf visits.

a/n: sorry im so inactive im actually so busy like all the time :( (save me.) anyway, enjoy this quick fic i wrote instead of doing my assignments!! i am a sucker for toxic,cheater,stoner,dealer,metalhead,has piercings eren. based on a scenario that i created with a character.ai bot ( i am ashamed.. it was a xiao bot.)

"hello. im nurse y/n and ill be taking care of you for the duration of your stay here." you say, walking into the ER patient room as you scan my clipboard for the details of the person staying here.

Name: Eren Yeager

DOB: March 30 XXXX

Height: 6'0 ft

"weight, ethnicity blah blah... reason of hospitlization: distal radius fracture..." you read to yourself, glancing up from the clipboard to meet eyes with the man in the hospital bed. his long brown hair was up in a messy bun, he had tattos running from his neck all the way down to his arms, and from what you can tell, he was built, rather... nicely. (he was buff asf.)

the man looked miserable. he had swollen undereyes, and his skin looked dry, but still, for some reason you found him incredibly attractive.

"hello nurse." he mutters, clearly tired.

"hello." you repeat again. "im just here just to check up on you." you explain to him, sauntering closer to his bed.

you flip the page on your clipboard to a new, blank sheet. "i will just be running some tests, checking your vital signs and see how you are healing."

eren nods compliantly.

you take that as a sign of consent and start writing some things down on paper. "he seems to be doing fine...even his arms are nice fuck." you get distracted, looking at his arms, the way the veins pop out. mentally youre drooling. his fingers are long and thick, and there are indentations of multiple rings on them which only gets you more excited.

you flip your page back to the information sheet from before, checking the notes: "frequent smoker and sexually active."

"so it says here you are a frequent smoker?" you ask him, just wanting some sort of confirmation from him.

eren nods again. "yes" he whispers. "some nicotine but mostly weed."

"oh i see." you say, writing that information down.

"i can get you some. once im out of here at least." he looks up at you.

"im sorry?" you mustive heard wrong...right?

"ive seen you around before." eren explains. "at parties...you know mostly smoking. like that last one...you were with jean and connie."

oh. you didnt hear wrong.

three days ago, on your day off, you had went to a party with your friends jean and connie. they said it would be a good idea since it would be a chance for you to finally relax from your stressful job, so you relunctantly went. that was your first time smoking weed. it was wonderful and you guess eren saw the whole thing.

"you must have it wrong... i dont typically smoke." you explain to the brown haired man.

"i know, jean and connie told me it was your first. looked like you had a good time though." he smiles tiredly up at you.

you were taken a back a bit. you didnt know that the two of them knew eren. do they know that he's in the hospital right now? are they the reason he broke his wrist? where were they?

"i see..." you ponder a bit. "are they here with you tonight? somewhere in the hospital i mean."

"yeah. theyre here with my girlfriend too since she's the only sober one who can drive at the moment... they just went back to my place to grab some things for me before you came in. they wont be back for a while." eren clarifies.

"goddamnit he has a girlfriend." you sob internally.

"thats good to know." you fake smile, looking back at your clipboard. "it says here youre also sexually active... are you taking any sort of pills perchance?" you continue with your questions, trying to get back to professionalism.

"nope its all just me." he giggles with a coy grin on his face. youd hate to admit that his laugh turned you on a bit.

you finish up your report of eren, rechecking his vitals once more to confirm things. "okay it seems as though youre on the right track... it can take up to 6-12 weeks for your wrist to comepletely heal. otherwise, you might want to lay off the weed consumption till then." you finish up.

before you can leave, he call out. "wait.."

you turn around. "what is it? are you alright?"

"i have a problem with something and i just cant seem to be able to do it myself." eren tries saying shyly, but the look in is eyes seemed to be more sinsiter than you thought. "after all... i did just break my wrist..."

he looks down at his jeans, putting the spotlight on the constrained buldge in his jeans.

youre flushed. "oh..." what were you supposed to do in this situation?? didnt he have a girlfriend?

right he had a girlfriend.

"im sure your girlfriend can help you out with that."

eren's eyebrows crease. he did have a girlfriend and she was amazing. she did basically everything for him. so why now was he so damn attracted to his nurse to want to take a risk and cheat on everything he had???

he presses his lips together before speaking, "i lied. i just didnt want to seem like a pussy to ya." sentences were forming right as he was speaking them. hopefully it was enough to fool you. "please. its so uncomfortable..."

his throbbing cock was being compressed by not only his boxers but also by his black rocker jeans. it was true. it was extremely uncomfortable so why not relieve it with the cute nurse who also happened to be the cute girl who had been sitting with his friends not too long ago, taking a drag from a joint he sold to jean and connie.

you were relunctant, but then again, you could feel your panties getting damper. you walk up to him slowly, keeping your eyes locked with his. you sit down on the bed beside him.

he feels your soft hands on his buldge and from that he lets out a restrained sigh. "fuck." he huffs.

god, there was no way this wasnt turning you on too. eren knew that. he saw the way you bit your lip as you started to unbutton his jeans.

"how long will they be gone?" you ask, hinting at the group of friends eren had mentioned previously. "for a while.. my place is pretty from from the hospital." he watches you slowly pull down his zipper. "fuck baby youre making me go crazy."

you smile, finally releasing his cock from his boxers. he was hung. youre eyes widened and he lauged.

"too much for you baby?" he questions.

"no..." you whisper, slowly kitten licking the tip, tasting his precum before fully sheathing his cock in your mouth.

eren moaned. loudly.

"holy shit!" he huffs. "oh my god..." he leans his head back, grabbing your neat ponytail to guide you while sucking him off.

"ugghhfff!" you choke on his length, tears coming to your eyes. but you like it. it felt too good. at this point, your panties were soaking wet at this point.

"fuck baby you gotta stop or else im gonna cum." eren gasps, pulling you off from his dick. "cmon take it all off... show me."

you look behind you to make sure that the door to the room was closed. you look back at him with a playful look, pulling off your uniform and undershirt to reveal your cleavage.

eren smirked, watching as your skin reacted from the cold air, goosebumps forming. he reaches behind you and releases the hooks of your bra.

he sighed at the sight of your tits. they were beautiful. you were beautiful. he kneads at your chest as you remove the rest of your garments, underwear included.

you were fully exposed to him. internally, eren was freaking out. externally, he was entranced by your body, drooling a bit.

"eren?" you ask, waving your hand infront of him. he snaps out of his trance. "are you ok?" you look at him with a worried look.

"im ok baby. sorry. lets keep going." he says, rubbing his tip on your clit. he can feel your wetness and he smirks once again,

"you are dripping baby..." he whispers in your ear. "i dont even need to prep you..." eren slowly shoves his cock into you.

you were in heaven. both of you were. to him, you felt so fucking tight. he doesnt even know if youre a virgin or not. how couldnt you be? "youre so tight..." he groans, restraining himself from prematurely giving you a creampie.

you have never felt so full in your life. in your life, you've only fucked one guy and the rest had been occupied by your plethora of sex toys. but eren... eren was different. you were filled to the brim. eren could see the buldge of his dick lightly poking through your pudgy tummy. that made him go feral.

he started thrusting into you faster, sucking on your sensitive nipples, licking around the skin as well. he left mulitple hickies in the places where only he could see them. you still were on your shift of course, he wanted to be courteous.

"mmm..." he heard you sigh, smiling as he kissed your body.

eren lifts you up so now youre straddling him. he keeps his pace constant but you wanted to take control. so you start bouncing on his cock. he watches as your tits move with you, again trying not to prematurely cum.

"mmmhf!!!!" you try to conceal your moans, but it was so hard. "fuck daddy please!! i need more!!" you were being greedy, but it felt too good.

"youre bossy baby." eren laughs. he thrusts up, faster than before. "fuck im gonna fucking cum." you watched him gasp, bringing your face closer to his, kissing him with so much passion. he kissed back.

sure he had a girlfriend, but maybe now he's finally gonna break it with her. just for you.

"ah ah..." you gasp, feeling his thrusts slow down. you whine.

"shush baby, let me cum inside before i fuck it back into you." he moans into your neck, creampie-ing your cunt. you try not to scream as you feel the heat in your stomach release as you cum as well.

your eyes roll back into your head and oh how he loves the sight. yeah hes all yours now.

eren picks up his pace once again, like he said, fucking his cum deeper into you.

you scream before he slaps a hand over your mouth. "shut it baby... dont want everyone hearing how much of a slut you are."

"mmfgf!" you groan in protest.

eren doesnt stop his pace until he's shooting his thick load into you once again.

he's catching his breath as he pulls out, plugging your pussy with his fingers so the essence wouldnt leak from your cute slit.

youre all fucked out by the way. he watches as your face contorts into pure pleasure, feeling the band in your stomach snap as you twitch on his fingers.

eren shoves his mouth onto your pussy, licking up the mess in between your legs, tasting both him and you. he licks up your slit to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. youre overstimulated and tired. your couldnt take it anymore. you gush once more on his face, the liquid dripping down his chin and onto the sheets of the hospital bed.

"aahh..." you breathe heavily, recovering from your third orgasm.

"that feel good baby?" he says, bring his head up to meet your eyes. he could see hearts in them.

"mm... i think we're going to have to change the sheets." you giggle.

"well it was worth it." he watches as you sit up, making sure youre not in any discomfort. he rubs your back and fixes your hair. "you look beautiful like this."

"do i?" you say, questioning his taste.

he nods before leaning in for a comforting kiss. "let me take you out." he whispers.

you nod-

KNOCK KNOCK!

you glance behind you to look at the door.

"eren! its mikasa!" you both hear from the other side of the door.

you look back at him in confusion. "mikasa?"

he rolls his eyes.

"my girlfriend."

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kazutora-kurokawa · 2 months

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hentyehottie · 10 months

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chileee what is up with me & angst 😭 I was able to salvage this from my notes so I thought why not post it lol probably my first and last aot piece cause idk how to write them fr 😭 & sorry to the Reiner loves cause I wrote him so mean 😭

cw: fat shaming, fat phobia, best friend Eren, ex-boyfriend Reiner, mention of cheating, verbal abuse, mention of k!lling, friends to lovers, one sided pining, sorry if I missed anything!

Word count is undetermined but it’s not that long.

❀

Eren hasn’t said a word to you since you arrived at his apartment, puffy eyed and soaking wet from the rain, just stepped out of the way and allowed you to walk in.

You didn’t blame him, it’d been quite a while since the two of you had last spoken. Two or three weeks maybe, you couldn’t remember. It was difficult keeping track of time when your mind was slowly but surely shutting down. Either way it made you feel like shit.

You wanted to to sit and talk to him but your first priority was getting out of those wet clothes. You went straight to his bedroom, closing yourself in the en-suite.

You let the shower run for a little bit, fogging up the room and hopefully drowning out your sorrow as you sit on the covered toilet, aimlessly scrolling. You checked the notifications on your phone, tapping around until you heard your ex-boyfriend’s voice projecting from the speakers.

“Baby, just come back home. Please, let’s just talk about it.” “Hear me out, Y/N. I’m sorry okay, just come back.”

The way he was pleading you’d think he actually gave a damn about you.

“Come on Y/N,” There’s a short pause and a deep sigh. You know it’s coming. You hear the change in his tone, that false compassion and empathy has withered away. “Let’s face it, Y/N. Nobody’s gonna want you but me. Nobody’s into fat bitches. You’re lucky your face is cute. Nothing but a pretty face and a hole to fuck. Or should I say holes? I’m sure a slut like you takes it up the ass too-.”

Globs of hot tears ran down your face, budding at your chin and pooling on the screen of your phone. You deleted the nasty voice message Reiner left, only thirteen seconds into the minute and twelve second voice message, his harsh words breaking your heart all over again.

The wound was still fresh and he did nothing but cut you deeper. Why was he like that???

Blocking his number so you wouldn’t receive anymore, you were ready to be done with this shit. Ready to heal from Reiner and all the bullshit he‘s put you through.

After your eyes are cried out and your skin is parched from the piping hot water, you finally exit.

You didn’t leave with anything except your purse, phone and the clothes on your back, so you’re more than grateful to see a white tshirt and a towel on Eren’s bed waiting for you. The shirt was a little tight on your arms and the hem ended right at the cusp of your butt but it was better than nothing.

The California King in his bedroom looked freshly made, plush and inviting, but you’d spent far too many nights alone in an empty bed while your so-called partner occupied another. You should’ve known that’s how it’d be when you decided to get yourself into a domesticated situationship with a narcissistic cheater.

You opted for the couch, where Eren was also sitting. He’s munching on a bowl of cereal watching some crime documentary. The atmosphere is dull, but it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be.

“Hey!”

He didn’t bother feigning the same excitement, sending nothing but a head nod you’re way but you’re still grateful to get something out of him.

Maybe he was annoyed, which he had every right to be. It was late as hell, around three in the morning, and you honestly felt a little bad. Showing up out of the blue and forcing him to share his space.

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here, there were no rooms available anywhere.”

He ignored you, you figured he would. He hasn’t said much since you’ve been there. He’s treating you as if you’re a stranger, almost.

Unfortunately the documentary has lost all of his interest, he figured out the wife was the killer all along and there’s no reason to keep watching.

Now he’s stretching out, manspreading if you will, with his legs cocked open. He’s sporting that same bored look, except now he’s on his phone watching TikTok’s with his volume obnoxiously loud.

Honestly, he didn’t even touch this app unless he was watching the shit ton of videos you sent him at some manic hour of the night. But right now he needed something to distract him. To distract him from everything only you made him feel.

“I get paid Friday, I can send you something once it’s deposited, my money lookin kinda funny right now so...”

You’d spent close to your last getting an Uber to Eren’s. You weren’t sure why you even decided to come to Eren’s. Your parents lived in the same city and they probably would’ve been more welcoming than he was being right about now.

“When have I ever asked you to pay me back for anything y/n?”

His tone isn’t cold or mean, but indifferent. Like he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t.

The tension is almost tangible, thick and suffocating.

“I know, but-“ You cut yourself off, stumbling over your words. Your throat is scratchy and your mouth dry. You didn’t know exactly what to say to mend things between you and your bestfriend.

You hoped to pick up the pieces. Pickup where you left off like the two of y’all always did. But this here just showed how dumb and deluded you really were.

“I’m sorry…you were right.” You feel ashamed. Embarrassed even.

You can feel him staring at you, so you keep your eyes glued to your hands in your lap, twirling your thumbs in hopes to make amends.

“What are you talking about, y/n?” You can feel his gaze boring into you.

“About Reiner…and every-everything else really. We not getting back together, forreal this time, I can’t.”

He was right about everything. Reiner was an immature asshole. You trusted his smooth talking, pretty smile and it backfired horrendously.

Reiner was verbally abusive, insecure and mean, and he projected it without a care. Tore you down every chance he got, belittling you until you were almost an empty shell of your former self.

On top of that, he was insensitive as hell, bullied you worse than any of those middle and high school nobodies you no longer remembered.

He’d probably use his last breath to lie, just because. If you were blind he’d tell you the sun was blue and the sky was yellow, for no reason whatsoever other than to be a dick.

All of this Eren warned you about, but you just had to go and see for yourself. You fell for the first boy to show interest in you. The first to give you attention and affection. The first one who wasn’t looking to ‘try it out’ with a fat girl or looked at you like some pity case.

So you thought.

“You’ve said that before.”

“I know! But I mean it this time, and I’m so sorry for ghosting you and lying a-and putting him first before our friendship cause..I know you wouldn’t do that to me and I’m such an awful person-.”

Your sniffles turned into sobs, deep sobs that shook your entire body against his when he finally went against his stubborn ways and pulled you into a hug.

You sound sincere, but Eren doesn’t know if he believes you. Hell it wouldn’t be the first time you lied to him about getting back with Reiner.

He wanted to tell you off. Scold you and yell at you for abandoning him. For giving him your ass to kiss cus you thought you were in love, only to come crawling back asking him to pick up the fucking pieces, again.

“I should’ve listened to you.”

Words muffled into his chest but he heard you.

“You should’ve.” He doesn’t mean to sound condescending but it’s true. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”

His voice startled you a little bit, velvety and deep, chest rumbling as he still had you pressed up against his frame. The aloof facade cracking with each sob.

“I’ll handle it.”

He’d handle it. Handle him.

His arms embraced you tighter. One holding you against him while the other ran down your back, over your thigh then back up again as he allowed you to bawl your eyes out.

“I hate when you talk like that Ren,” You leaned back to look at him. “You know I don’t like unnecessary viole-.”

He grabs your face mid sentence, squishing your cheeks together, your lips round and pouty as you stared back at him.

“How’s it unnecessary when my princess is sitting here with tears running down her pretty ass face?”

It slipped but he made no attempt to correct it.

His princess. He’d always called you a princess, especially when y’all were younger. He found it very intriguing how spoiled you were, especially by the men in your life. Dad, uncles, even Eren himself.

He remembers saving up his little paychecks from working part time to spoil you as well, buying you little trinkets and gifts you probably didn’t even have anymore.

Nothing was unnecessary when it came to his princess. He’d die for you. Kill for you, even. You were the light of his dim life. Why wouldn’t you just realize it?

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moonybug444 · 6 months

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cheater

tw: kinda dark, forced oral (male receiving), a lot of crying, lowk very traumatic, fast cat driving?? like but mean, connie threatens to kill you a couple times ———————————————————————- connie catches you cheating and decides to help you learn your lesson.

“no way,” you giggle. “told you i’ve got a boyfriend.”

the handsome man’s eyes are dilated from whatever the hell he took earlier as he stares down at your body caged between his arms.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

he frowns, a look of faux confusion masking his face when he brings his hand above his eyes and slowly looks around. “i dunno pretty, i’m not seeing anybody around? sure he’s here?”

“oh m’sure,” you grin, looking behind him to see an angry connie stomping towards you. “he’s real mean too, you better go on before you get yourself into somethin’—”

“—don’t you worry about that, sweetheart,” he grabs your soft hands and kisses right on your knuckles, you bat your falsies and coo up at him, rubbing your free hand on his chest. this’ll really piss connie off. “i’ll handle him if he comes, now you gonna dance with me or what?”

he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in towards the dance floor. he takes one, two, three steps with you on his side before his body gets folded in half. face swelling and his consciousness getting lost.

connie stands before you, fist stinging and his nostrils flaring. “go get in the car—”

“what the fuck is your deal?!” you’re leaning down and checking up on the handsome man, “he didn’t even do anything—”

“(name),” he grits out, “go get in the fucking car.”

“bite me.”

jean, eren, and armin are seated back on some love cushions in the corner of the club, watching the scene play out. connie shakes his car keys while looking at them, signaling it’s time for him to go.

“s’fuckin annoying,” jean slurs, letting the alcohol do the talking. “i mean we came out here to take his mind off of her hic and she’s here too?…the hell.” armin nods at that.

“he definitely fucking knew! and hic and i-i’ll say it! they need to get the hell away from each other. he's costing our fun!”

eren’s too busy watching your ass bounce in the tinny tiny pink skirt you wear while you try and pull away from connie tugging you towards the exit of the club. “yeah..what a whore.” he licks his lips and gets up to go to the bar going to get his nth drink for the night. he’s got a scary drinking tolerance.

—————————————————————————

you’re scratching & pounding on connie’s arm, trying to wiggle yourself out of the tight hold he has on your arm when you guys get outside.

“who drove you here?” you ignore him.

there’s a beat of silence before he’s grabbing you by the hair and facing you towards him, making tears well up in your eyes, “don’t piss me off (name).”

“oww—nobody connie, i took an uber, let-let go.”

he loosens his grip but doesn’t fully let go. he waits until the few people around are entering the club or going to their cars before turning to you again. daring you to move with his eyes. you don’t. you know how mean he gets when he’s like this. “pull your skirt down. you look like a fucking hooker.”

your reply comes quick and you scratching at his arms, trying to get him to get the hell off your hair. “might as fucking well be. i-i bet that any guy could treat me better as a hooker than you do as your fucking girlfriend!”

“yeah like you have any right to say that after letting some fucking douche bag—”

“—i told him i had a boyfriend..!”

“so that’s why you were rubbing yourself all over him? got it.”

you stomp your feet. “you act like you don’t do the same shit all the time. if not more—”

“i’m not a thirsty ass bitch like you,” he laughs, “never cheated a day in my fucking life, honest to the ones above.”

he’s going to hell. you remember the times he’s messed with more than a few girls. some right in front of your face and you bet some in secret.

he doesn’t care about the toll it takes on your mental health, no. all he’s worried about is fucking more pussy.

you snatch your hand away from him and attempt to walk away before connie’s pulling you back by your arm and giving you one stern look.

he looks you up and down before tightening his jaw and grabbing you harshly by the arm. “you must want guys to look at you like your a walking fucking pussy.”

connie’s sick of you running around in your whore clothes embarrassing him. he’s sick of his friends looking at you like a piece of meat. he’s sick of feeling like he’s constantly fucking sharing you with the whole world. why do you have to walk out the house like you’ve never had any home training? or why do you have to dress like you’re begging someone to bend you over and fuck you. your supposed to be his girlfriend. he’s supposed to see. so why does everyone in the club get to see the same shit that he does?

it’s not like he hasn’t told you before about the shit you wear and how it affects his and your image. you just don’t give a fuck. he sees that. that’s ok though. he’s gonna really seal it in your brain.

his mind is racing all the way till he shoves you in the car, gets in himself, and starts it. he gives you a once over staring at you for a minute before putting his eyes back on the road.

“thought i told you to throw that away?”

he’s referring to the top you’re wearing. you know he is. that’s why you wore it out tonight. the shirt isn’t even that bad. it’s just a cute fitted top with a low cut. he called you a whore when he saw you in it the first time. told you to throw it away.

it’s nothing new.

you don’t answer him, instead you turn your whole body towards the door and cross your arms. hopefully he gets the hint.

he hates when you fucking ignore him. you know he does. that’s why you do it all the time, he knows it. still let’s it get under his skin though.

“are you fucking deaf?” he raises his voice. “i said why didn’t you throw that shit away?” you hear the irritation in his voice.

you don’t really feel how fast the car is going until you look at the speed limit. 75mph and then 80…and then eventually he’s crossing the 90’s.

sitting up in your seat you glance at him then the horizon, feeling the hairs on your body rise.

connie lives kind of far out. to get to his apartment you cross this long, long highway bridge. he knows how much you hate crossing it. it scares you so much that if you feel like he’s going even a little too fast you start to tear up.

“w-what the fuck are you doing?!”

he should feel guilty but he doesn’t. you’ve crossed too many lines tonight. you were bound to get a punishment anyway.

“you must hate me huh? must hate yourself don’t you baby?”

he presses on the gas.

your hand automatically goes to grab his arm, staring down at the empty road ahead.

“connie…can we please just—”

“you want me to drive us off the fucking bridge?want me to drive us into the fucking water (name)?”

you gasp, just him saying that making you shiver.

“what?! no…connie i—”

you’re too scared to even look at the speed he’s going but you can feel that it’s more than 90. is he going in the 100’s now? no he can’t be. he wouldn’t do that with you in the car right? he’s done it before but that was a while ago. he’s changed. he promised he’d never do that again.

“c-connie, stop!” you’re gasping and reaching out to hold him, “‘m’scared connie, m’fucking scared”

he takes his eyes off the road completely just to mess with you a little—still going his full speed—he takes one hand from the wheel and grabs your chin.

“you gonna answer my fucking question?”

you’re hysterical, looking between the road and his face. you’re still shaking and crying when you look him dead in his eyes and scream at him, “m’gonna fucking die—”

“don’t piss me the fuck of (name)!” he shakes you in his hold, only glances at the road, before speeding up impossibly faster. “you want me to fucking kill you? want me to kill the both of us?!”

“n- connie please, please hic i don’t wanna die. i—”

“—didn’t i tell you to throw the fucking shirt away.”

“yes—yes you did m’sorry! i’ll throw it—hic—i’ll throw it away!!”

he lets go of your face and turns back to the road, “do it now.”

without hesitation you claw at the material, taking it off of you—at least you try to—your hands are still shaking and you can barely even lift your arm. you hear the car screech and you scream, trying your best to take it off.

you’re so scared you feel like you’re gonna pass out. trying to lift the shirt above your head and going 100mph is definitely scarier and harder than you’d ever imagine but you get the job done.

still crying, you hold the now cursed shirt in your hand and shrink in on yourself. all you’ve got on is a bra and a mini skirt on this highway bridge. with connie trying to kill you. you scream and cry louder. on the verge of a panic attack. you feel like you’re spinning when you look up at him. too fast. he’s got an oddly satisfied look on his face, and right when his lips quirk up—yours droop down.

”connie—connie, please!”

“take my dick out.”

your eyes widen, your mouth drops open before letting out another sob. you hate how he humiliates you. “wha—what the fuck connie, i—”

he makes a show of pressing on the gas impossibly harder, swirling the car a bit as he does it. “if i gotta say it again i swear i’m gonna fucking slap you (name).”

you’re rushing to unbuckle his belt before you even know it. you think this is the hardest you’ve ever cried in your life. you’re gonna fucking die and the last thing you’ll be doing is grabbing connie springers dick.

once you’ve taken it out connie heaves a sigh. his dick is hard and oozing precum. it bobs up and down from your touch. “suck it.”

“slow the fucking car down!” you’re yelling so loud you feel like your ears are getting blown off. maybe if he sees how hard you’re crying? how upset you are? no he finds you amusing.

“i’ll tell you what.” he looks like he could burst out laughing any minute. “if i feel like you sucking my dick the best in your life, i’ll slow the fucking care down baby.”

your lips getting all wobbly again and your hands are shaking like never before. you can’t fucking do this.

“go.”

you start by giving him a long languid lick all the way from his balls to his tip—just how he likes—before you force the whole thing into your wet mouth. you feel his hips give a surprise buck immediately, before he groans real loud. you raise your head and suck his tip as hard as you can, making sure to swirl your tounge all around.

you let out a loud whine when he pushes your head all the way down. he keeps it there for as long as he likes, sort of rocking your head back and forth.

“oh—yeah, thats it.” you’re so relieved when he pulls over you think you almost scream.

he cums down your throat in thick and welcomed globs before pulling your wrecked face up and kissing you hard. he pulls your face back and stares at you, seemingly trying to read your expression.

“what’d you learn today, baby?”

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angelinpiink · 1 year

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thinking about... mikasa finding your number in her serial cheater boyfriend's (eren) phone. her jealousy of you immediately morphing into that for her boyfriend for getting access to you first. Upon seeing the nudes you’ve sent him, she’d scoff at disgust as to how he even got lucky enough to get your attention in the first place. her feelings for him subsiding upon seeing you—literal perfection. the sight of your plump ass and dripping cunt turning her on along with those sweet sweet moans in the video of you humping your pillow you’d sent.

not being able to control herself, she’d send the pics and videos to herself just to lock herself in the bedroom, fluttering her eyes shut and grind onto her own pillow. imagining she was rubbing her cunt against yours, your cries echoing in her ears as the video played aloud. she only wished she knew what name to cry out as she came, squirting all over the pillow (something eren had never made her do) but unfortunately he never saved your number or mentioned it in the conversations you had.

during the times where eren invites you over to the apartment when she’s away, mikasa will come back to find your panties under the bed. the only reasons she knows they are yours is because she’s seen them in the pictures you’ve sent eren. she steals them before eren even notices you left them behind and keeps them for herself. she’ll slip them on to toy with her clit through the thin fabric, her arousal only increasing upon noting that her juices have mixed with yours.

eventually poor mikasa gets fed up with fantasizing about having you and chooses to take initiative to set things in motion so that she finally does get a taste of that sweet cunt that she hears eren mention when having phone sex with you. so, mikasa steals your number from his phone. She texts you and plays the role of the heartbroken girl asking for answers about her boyfriends cheating.

“hey, so sorry to bother you. I was wondering how you knew eren? I found your number in his phone and.. well I have a few questions.”

“is it possible for us to meet up?”

she invites you to a cafe nearby and though hesitant to join her you oblige when she reassures you that she has no anger towards you and just wants clarity in the situation. things go smooth and the two of you meet up a few times after that, just for the sake of getting to know one another and eren becomes a forgotten topic.

one thing leads to another, with flirtatious words like pretty girl and babe, glances being passed back and forth the two of you end up back at the very apartment you’d hooked up with eren in. her hands gripping at your ass, the very ass she’s been dying to get her hands on as your lips are locked with hers. the two of you struggle to make it to the bed the pooling heat in both your cores becoming unbearable. you end up on the couch. she wastes no time, sliding your panties off and burying her face into your cunt, sucking away at your clit. “oh..my..more..please..” your hips bucking against her face as she slides her fingers through your folds, she tries her best to slurp up your juices dripping beneath you but you're making such a mess it’s hard for her to keep up.

“like that, baby?” “erens been neglecting this pretty pussy, he doesn’t know how to take care of you does he?” her thumb drawing circles into your clit. you shake your head too dizzy to form a response you let out moans, your thighs entrapping her face in your cunt with your hand to her head. speak of the devil, eren enters the apartment, with his new hook up on his arm that he had (your replacement due to you blowing him off to hang with mikasa )..not expecting mikasa to be home at this time— let alone be faced with the sight of his side chick being devoured by his girlfriend . he brings a hand to his forehead and sighs.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me..”

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nininikki · 1 year

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 | eren jaeger x black fem!reader

I. delightful little laughs and golf excursions

✧ summary! — upon meeting one another, you and governor eren jaeger struggle to deal with the onslaught of mutual attraction that inevitably follows.

✧ warnings! — mentions and consumptions of alcohol, adultery (eren is an aspiring cheater), golfing (🏌🏽), an arranged-ish marriage, age gap—reader is 29 and eren is 40, smut—handjob, heavy petting, making out.

✧ author’s note! — this part is the first of what is hopefully many. updates will be sporadic but hopefully still very entertaining. & i already know what you’re thinking, eren can’t be potus bc he’s german blah blah yeah well eren can’t do much of anything bc he died so let’s just be delulu together. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings.

✧ word count! — 4.7k

14 MAY, SIX MONTHS AFTER THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

the wings of a baby red bird whispered clumsily through the brisk noon air. without thinking, almost reflexively, you blew the bird a bout of kisses. good luck, you’d thought to yourself, hoping to quell the sick feeling curling in your stomach. though, it was only lunch with mikasa, so how much luck would you need?

a secret service agent escorted you to your table, where mikasa was already sitting. her lips, stained with crimson, stretched into a smile so wide her face could’ve cramped. “(y/n), i’m so glad you could make it!”

mikasa stood and enveloped you in a hug, the flowery scent of her perfume nearly making you vomit where you stood. “oh, don’t even mention it. the pleasure was mine.” pulling away from her embrace, you smiled to ebb the sick feeling. “besides, it’s been forever since we had lunch. y’know, with the election and all.”

“well, yes, being the first lady is quite the job.” mikasa…almost giggled. a childish, giddy, schoolgirl giggle that felt out of place coming from her thirty-nine year old mouth. that coupled with the way the diamonds in her glimmering wedding band caught the sunlight and nearly blinded you when she pushed a short lock of hair away from her face. if only she knew how greatly she tormented you without even knowing it.

swallowing the saliva that had pooled at the sides of your tongue, you smile again. “i can only imagine.” and god, if you hadn’t spent a considerable amount of time doing just that.

the moment you both slid back into your seats, a waiter made his way across the lawn and next to your table, a bottle of wine in his hands and ready to be poured into your respective glasses.

“no wine for me, actually.” mikasa said to the waiter, despite keeping her gaze trained on you the entire time. “a sparkling water will do.”

and when he turned to you, “i’ll have what she’s having—the sparkling water. and can you add a lemon slice?”

“of course, ma’am. it’ll be right out.”

“not drinking, huh? that’s…new. i like it.” mikasa joked just as soon as the waiter was out of earshot.

you let the words fall gracefully, naturally off your tongue. not rehearsed or practiced at all. “don’t get your hopes up. i’m trying out the whole method acting thing. fuckin’ sucks, i tell you.”

the waiter was back, setting two glasses of sparkling water on the table. “well, if anyone can do it, it’s you.” you both raised your glasses in a silent toast before taking the first few sips.

it definitely quelled the nausea you were feeling, so you drank and drank and drank until you looked down at the cup and saw there was only ice and dripping condensation left to show for it. “sorry. i haven’t eaten, i guess.” you explained, humiliatingly breathless.

“trust me, i know the feeling. can you get her a refill?” mikasa requested, and the waiter quickly obeyed, taking your glass and heading off again.

for a moment, there was only the sound of leaves whistling through the wind, an occasional singsong of birds, and the fizzing of mikasa’s drink across from you. until she cleared her throat, a loud ahem slicing through the false sense of tranquility you’d trapped yourself in.

“let’s not beat around the bush, (y/n). you know and i know that i didn’t just invite you here for nothing. so let me just be straight with you.” it was all happening too quickly for you. all the words coming from her mouth, all the feelings you were supposed to be feeling—all delayed to make way for numbness more painful than anything. because you knew what she was about to say. it was just a matter of whether or not you could control what would happen after she did. “i know you’re fucking my husband, and i want you to stop.”

***

7 JULY, FOUR MONTHS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

look a man straight in the eye when you shake his hand. your mother had always told you that, but you’d never understood the importance of it. up until now.

until you were shaking hands with the governor of california and trying not to crumble under the intensity of his gaze. a gaze so fervent and piercing it was en route to perforating whatever it was that shielded your soul.

“lovely to meet you.” his voice was syrup. soft and smooth and saccharine and dripping into your ears with every word he spoke. “you’re even more beautiful in person.”

so are you, you wanted to say. and it was true. he’d been at the forefront of every news channel and magazine for the past year or so. and up there, he was all pretty eyes and luscious hair and ivy league-educated words. up close…up close, he was different.

as your gaze slid down the thick, almost shiny locks of his hair, you felt your hand—the one currently in the snug grasp of his shake—twitch with the urge to reach out and touch it. to slide the pad of your thumb down a strand, or perhaps thread all of your fingers through the dark mass of waves and revel in that sensation alone.

could he feel the pulse in your wrist begin to pick up speed when you let your eyes roll over the prominent bridge of his nose? or the full, pillowy curves of his lips? of course, you couldn’t stare there for too long. or you’d run the risk of wanting to kiss him, and god only knows what that could lead to.

and did he notice the skin of your palms become sticky with sweat when you finally let yourself look into his eyes? they were a haze of blue-green darkness. hypnotic, oceanic irises growing thinner and thinner as they stretched around the steadily dilating expanse of inky black that were his pupils, making for a sight that—for lack of a better phrase, and because you could actually feel your airways being blocked with unadulterated awe—took your breath away.

if anyone was more beautiful in person, it couldn’t not be him. however, you’d bitten your tongue, settling for, “you’re too sweet, mr. governor.” your voice, a soft peal of laughter that you assured only indicated the utmost professionalism.

“un-unh.” he released your hand from his grip, and you weren’t prepared for the onslaught of goose flesh spreading over your arms when his palms settled over the skin there. “it’s eren. call me eren.” you sure as hell weren’t prepared for him to embrace you in a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek.

you laughed a delightful little laugh. one that surely couldn’t be conveyed as anything but amiable. “only if you call me (y/n).”

“well, (y/n), my wife and i are big fans of your work.”

at the mention of your friend, you took your guilty eyes off him, and let yourself be flung back into reality. back to the party you were currently attending, with its nearly blinding beams of camera flash, sweet drips of champagne spilling past your lips, and wispy tendrils of smoke curling through the air.

the party where you’d originally come to just look pretty and stuff your face with hors d'œuvres, but were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder and a face all too familiar and smiling to be any perfect stranger.

mikasa ackerman—the laidback teacher’s assistant you’d sparked a friendship with your entire senior year at harvard. the girl you considered a very close friend and mentor from the week you met up until the day you graduated, soon after which the two of you lost all contact. but you hadn’t sweated it. you were too busy pursuing your acting career, she was too busy becoming a lawyer. and the governor’s wife, apparently.

“god, i haven’t seen you in ages.” her cheeks were tinted in a cheery blush, mouth turned up in a lopsided grin, an empty champagne flute balanced clumsily between her fingers. “well, not in person at least.” her wide, megawatt smile was the last thing you saw before she hugged you as if you had never stopped being friends. “but you’re in all those big movies, y’know. it’s like every time i turn on the TV, there you are.”

you blinked bashfully down at your feet, a gentle smile playing at your lips. “don’t make me blush.”

“oh, nonsense.” she rocked back and forth on her feet, running her fingers through her dark pixie cut. “y’know, my husband never believes me when i say we used to know each other.”

“when’d you get married?” your mouth picked up in a delighted smile, recalling distant, collegiate memories of mikasa wanting, ‘partnership and a powerful husband, in that order.’

she stood on her tiptoes, beckoning someone over with a fervent wave of her arm. “uh, close to four years ago, maybe. don’t quote me, though. i’ve had one or two.” what you weren’t expecting was for the governor of california to stroll over, a little tipsy and equally disoriented from the crowd he’d just emerged from, his gaze alight with something you couldn’t quite place when it landed on the two of you. mikasa interlocked your arms, her voice an ecstatic slur. “see, baby! i told you i knew her!”

***

you’d stumbled into your home that night with remnants of the party still stuck to your skin and an invite to lunch at the jaeger’s country club the following week.

***

14 JULY

“i always knew you were bad at sports, but golf? really?” mikasa chimed, her lips pulled apart in uncontrollable laughter as your golf ball swerved clumsily around the course.

when eren’s husky laugh floated into your ears, you could feel them toasting with embarrassment and shame. because your eyes had taken to feasting themselves upon him at the most inappropriate times.

because just as you were about to swing your club, there your eyes were, trailing over his towering figure. his hair, usually parted and coiffed to perfection, sat a little messier today, perfectly curtaining the gently chiseled edges of his face. his bottom lip, plush and pink, confined between busy teeth, making for a sight that sent a blush down your neck.

all that went without mentioning the sleeves of his oxford tee—rolled neatly up at the elbows and showcasing the perfect definition of his forearm as he leaned over on the handle of his golf club.

you swiped your tongue across your bottom lip in misplaced concentration. the expensive watch glinting around his wrist sending your lips up in a tiny smirk. because he was just your type. so handsome and so kind and so…

a tangible rope of guilt strung itself around your neck as your eyes traced over the gold wedding band on his finger. a symbol of perpetual love and unity that you were practically defacing as you continued to drool over him in the presence of his wife.

so, when it was time for you to swing your club, you’d spooled yourself in a web of distraction and ended up missing horribly.

“must be the wind.” you said, hoping that the bursts of laughter that followed would be enough to distract you from the guilt.

***

“here, let me help you.” eren offered, purely out of the kindness of his heart. not because of the way you stood there, the golf club perched sweetly in your grip with not a clue in the world how to use it. not because of how pretty you looked today—the delightful hem of your opaque-shaded skirt coming to a halt in the middle of your thighs and contrasting perfectly with the smooth darkness of your black top.

not because of the smile stretching across your face—so beautiful, pearly, and white that it nearly took one of his eyes out. not because of his budding attraction that had sprouted the moment you caught his notice on a silver screen and had only gotten worse when he’d laid eyes on you in the flesh. and certainly not because mikasa, his wife, for god’s sake, had stepped back inside for one reason or another—to powder her nose or something—and inadvertently granted him a moment alone with you for the very first time.

“listen, mr. governor—”

“—eren.”

“eren. listen. i may not golf every weekend like you weirdos,” you joked, and he couldn’t help the grin gracing his face. “but i know my way around a club, alright.”

“yeah, sure looked like it.”

you went silent for a moment, tongue clicking around in your mouth while your gaze wandered elsewhere. “fine.” you sighed out, faux exaggerating an eye roll and pout. “show me the reins, or whatever.”

***

that was how you had gotten here. the callused palms of governor eren jaeger pressed up against the backs of your hands under the guise of helping you swing a golf club. except there was no guise, and the feeling of having his hands on yours again had your mind nestled in delusion.

“okay, now, hit it.” he said, the words lowered an octave and trickling with honey as he uttered them into your ear. “aht, aht. remember,” his grip grew a bit tighter on your hands just as you were about to swing. “softly, just like i said. don’t think you’re advanced enough to do it any other way.” a teasing lilt colored his tone.

“i think you’re just holding me back, governor.” at that, you stole your eyes away from the union of your hands and blinked them shyly in his direction.

“eren, please.” if he was saying please, his eyes certainly didn’t convey it. “or i’ll have to start calling you esteemed actress, (y/n) (l/n).”

“you think i’m esteemed? don’t flatter me.”

“you don’t wanna know what i think about you.”

delighted heaps of air passed through your nose and mouth a couple times before you realized you were giggling. giggling like a blushing virgin on her first date over a few simple words. what was he doing to you?

your teeth dug deep into your bottom lip. “are you implying something, eren?”

eren neglected to answer, only staring at you whilst smoothing the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand. “now, on my count, you’re gonna putt it, alright.”

“mhm,” you hummed, forcing yourself to look back down at the ball.

“one, two,” you kept your eye strained on the ball. despite the heady scent of his cologne burning through your nostrils more prominently than ever. despite the very foreign, yet also very very welcome, feeling of his hands on you. “three.”

on his count, you putted the ball just as he’d instructed. was it an exaggeration to say you could feel your pupils dilating? reducing your irises to mere rings of color as they followed the movements of the ball?

it rolled into its intended hole with a satisfactory thunk, and you could feel eren shoot you an i told you so gaze so prominent it felt as though it had grown legs and crawled over your back.

you pursed your lacquered lips. “i could’ve done that in my sleep. just distracted, that’s all.”

as the words left your mouth, you became acutely aware of the distance—or lack thereof—between you and this very married man. sucking a sobering breath through your nose, you detangled your hands from his with as little awkwardness to spare as possible.

***

“what the hell are you doing in my house?”

peeling your boots off, you padded into the conversation pit where your manager was sitting. chowing down at a subway sandwich with hardly enough time to breathe between bites.

“i’m your manager.” they said, voice muffled with bread and meat and sauce. “what kinda manager would i be if i didn’t make arbitrary visits?”

“the kind that respects my privacy.” you made a seat for yourself beside them, examining the bag to see what they’d gotten you. “and besides, these visits are never arbitrary. you’ve always got a reason.” meaty, cheesy delight filled your nostrils as you pulled your sandwich from the bag. they had delivered your favorite, and that was enough to hear them out. even if… “usually a bad one.”

“i guess i do.” hange sighed, shaking the ice around in their cup of mountain dew. “so, i’m assuming you know why i’m here.”

chewing like a woman starved, you shook your head. “i’ve got no idea. been on my best behavior.”

“oh, really? well, allow me.” hange gingerly wiped their fingers of sandwich remnants and pulled something from their nearby briefcase.

a magazine. one that had your face on it, which wasn’t anything foreign. although for whatever reason your face was on it must’ve been what had hange in this frenzy.

the headline read, HOLLYWOOD HARLOT MOVES ON TO POLITICIANS accompanied by a photo snapped of you and eren meeting for the first time. locked in what page six would probably call, a steamy gaze. although, what other way was there to describe it? if you hadn’t known any better, you looked like a pair of star crossed lovers separated by war. or something.

“eren jaeger? him? him?” hange’s face was more angry than disappointed, which was good enough in its own right. “out of all the politicians, you sleep with the married one who’s running for president?”

you steadfastly defended, “i didn’t sleep with anybody.” although what you actually did wasn’t much better.

“look at this, (y/n)!” hange jabbed a finger at the image before pushing deep breaths through their nose. “he’s looking at you like he’s never seen a woman before.”

you denied, taking a sip of their mountain dew. “he was starstruck, hange.”

“that’s not what they think.” per usual, hange didn't waste a breath dismissing you. “they think you’ve moved on from sleeping with movie producers to politicians. which is really, really bad.”

“yeah, i’m aware, but still. it’s not true.”

“these people don’t know this. don’t care, either.” hange threw the magazine hazardlessly over your coffee table, pushing their glasses over their hairline. a usual indication of their utmost seriousness. “look, with a little threatening—”

“—threatening?”

“yeah. slander, defamation, whatever charges i could think of. not the point. i got them to scrap the story.”

your head fell atop their shoulder in unimaginable relief, arms releasing tension you didn’t even know was there. “thank—”

“—but, i don’t always know how well that’ll work, so please.”

“please?”

hange took your hands in a vice grip, probably hoping to squeeze some sense into them. “stop making politicians fall in love with you.”

***

21 JULY

did you have him under a spell? there was no way to exactly prove that. but eren exhibited all the signs of a man charmed. yes, charmed. there wasn’t a more perfect way to put it than that. you had charmed him. with your dazzling laugh and your perfect hair and all those funny things you said that made him completely forgo the fact he was running for the highest office in the land.

every day following your little golf excursion, you had made dutiful work at setting up shop in the confines of his head. occupying his every passing thought with the sound of your laugh, embedding his psyche with the memory of your hands in his, rendering him completely oblivious to the wedding band on his finger with just a twinkle of your eye.

no, that last part was on him and him alone.

now, he’d be the first to admit that his marriage to mikasa was a strange one. her parents knew his, and when he met her, he could already kind of tell he was going to marry her. and not in the phony, sappy, hallmark greeting card way, no.

but in the way that meant he was thirty-three, still unmarried, and could see this as his parents’ way of throwing a bride at him. the idea wasn’t all that unappealing. mikasa was beautiful, smart, and quick-witted, and eren could see himself falling in love with her. hell, parts of him had. the little naive ones, but still.

but the little spark was gone. y’know the one that ignited in his belly whenever she kissed him on the cheek? or took his hand in hers? or whispered sweet nothings in his ear? it was gone. he guessed that was a side effect of marrying someone you didn’t really like all that much.

they eventually managed to become two people that lived together and occasionally had sex. some of which was pretty good, all of it in an attempt to get mikasa pregnant at some point later in the year. only five presidents had been childless throughout their term, and eren was unlikely to be the sixth. but he couldn’t speak too soon. his approval ratings told a different story.

still, regardless of whether he loved mikasa or not, eren had a respectable amount of resolve. he wouldn’t step out on his wife because a twenty-something-year old looked at him with eyes that were bespeckled with midas’ touch. no matter how beautiful or funny she was.

so, why was he standing here? here being the middle of his bedroom, staring into his eighty inch TV screen as if it contained the cure for cancer or something.

“do you like it when i touch you here?”

oh. that was why. he’d mindlessly turned on the television as he toweled himself off, not even noticing one of your films had been playing until his ears caught the familiar tone of your laugh. given the recent state of his mind, (and how frequently you occupied it) even a simple laugh was enough to have his neck snapping in the direction of the screen. but it wasn’t any simple laugh.

it was nearly identical to the way you’d laughed during your golfing stint the other way. identical in its coquettish cadence. identical in the way it spilled easily out of your lips.

“mmm, yeah.”

except you weren’t playing golf with the man on screen. you were letting him slide his palm up the expanse of your inner thigh until the skirt of your dress began to crumple and bunch around your upper legs.

you were spreading your legs around the movements of his hand and parting your lips so he could slip his tongue into your mouth. you were pulling him forward by the meat of his biceps, and at the same time, he was taking you into his lap and sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

the camera then cut to a single shot of your face, crumpled with unbridled, purely pornographic pleasure. it wasn’t long before eren found himself enraptured with the sight: your lacquered lips parted to make way for an outpouring of contented sighs. the translucent and nearly invisible pearl of sweat beading at your hairline. the unfocused picture of your hands carding through your companion’s hair.

one could nearly call it a vision.

nearly.

because the next scene was of you again. face sated with contentedness as you stumbled through the throes of slumber, some sort of dream premiering beneath the lids of your eyes.

that was the real vision. a fact eren and his slowly hardening cock could get attested to.

then, mikasa was walking into the room. she glanced at the TV. “isn’t she amazing in this?” she asked, a happy tone accompanying her smile.

“i haven’t really seen it.” eren admitted. he actually had seen a number of your films (three to be exact), but you did have quite a few of them. that wasn’t even including the new one set to premiere in just a couple of weeks. at that thought, eren considered the possibility of calling and congratulating you. an option that was as outlandish as it was stupid.

call you. so he could do…what, exactly? make a fool of himself just for the sake of hearing your voice? though, he wouldn’t consider himself too above that. he had unabashedly flirted with you with his wife less than a mile away. not to mention the erection dimpling the meat of his inner thigh.

and what was more? he was running for president! he wasn’t in his twenties anymore. the days of newborn love and hopeful courting were long behind him and if he planned on being elected, surely it should stay that way.

mikasa slid into bed, her lithe body sheathed in the creamy silk of a nightgown and stretching under the cover of the sheets. “well, you should. it’s some of her best work.”

you’re telling me.

***

eren had ventured back into the bathroom to change into his pajamas. as well as rinse the horniness from his system via splashes of brisk water, an attempt so futile he couldn’t help but scoff at himself.

“we should call her.” mikasa suggested upon eren’s return to their bedroom. “y’know, congratulate her on the movie. maybe have her over for dinner after the primary.”

but eren could tell by the spectacles sitting gingerly over mikasa’s nose and the tell-tale scrawling of her pen in her planner that it was no longer a suggestion. the plan had seeded itself within her mind, and therefore bloomed to fruition in reality. “i’ll have floch set it up, yeah?”

“‘m all for it, honey.” eren murmured, stamping her temple with a kiss as he slid into bed next to her.

***

it was only a few moments later when mikasa set aside her planner and glasses.

“i know how stressful it’s been.” the cold and soft palms of her hands found themselves on eren’s neck, scaling down the planes of his clothed chest and just whispering at the hem of his pants. “with the election and all.”

eren slid a tentative hand around her wrist, head shrouded in rapidly blooming feelings of guilt. “mikasa, what’re you doin’?”

“just wanna help.” she breached past the soft flannel, fingers threading through the soft mount of curls at his base. “will you let me do that, honey?”

mikasa’s fingertips kissed the skin of his inner thigh, and the strangled moan that bubbled from eren’s throat seemed to be affirmative enough for her.

she wrapped her digits around him, breathing out, “see, you’re already so hard. just let me…” a delighted exhale tunneled through her nostrils, eyes brimming with contented triumph as she dealt him that first stroke. “let me make you feel good.”

it had only been a short while when eren let his eyes flutter to a close, and an even shorter while when you began to blanket every thought in his head. he really had no business thinking of you. in fact, that was probably the last thing he needed to do. but god, how he wanted you.

how he wanted you here, sitting above him and handling him just the way he needed. he distantly recalled the way your hands looked the other day—soft and small and barren of any jewelry. how they felt in his hands and how they’d feel around his dick. a hiss whistled through his teeth and the grip he had on mikasa’s hand spasmed.

“tell me how good it feels.” mikasa cooed, taking her other hand and swiftly maneuvering that same grip over to her breast. and eren wasted no time letting the doughy flesh spill between his fingers, feeling her nipple harden beneath the pad of his thumb as hazily kneaded it.

eren just had to screw his eyes a little shut tighter, and it was you. laying above him, holding him in your hands, whispering all those sweet nothings in his ear as you brought him closer and closer to his peak.

and, oh, was he close. so close that all he had to do was think of the way your mouth formed around your laugh, or how good it felt to touch your hands, or the way your lips formed around the words, “mr. governor.”

sparks bursted behind his eyes as he came. shaky breaths wracking his chest and uncharacteristic noises flying from his lips as he rode out his high. all while holding back the urge to call out your name.

while still trying to feasibly pump breaths through his lungs, mikasa took him in a messy kiss. so messy that it would’ve bordered on lazy if she hadn’t mounted herself atop his dampened lap almost immediately after.

“c’mon, honey.” an ecstatic grin broke across her face as she pulled her tank top over her head. “i think tonight may be the night.”

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kumkissed · 9 months

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Pure-boy Eren Hcs (Player(?) Reader)

C/W: implies cheater reader, sorry 2 Eren

Pure-boy Eren who can’t help but stare you down in class, biting his lip to restrain himself from having obscene thoughts. He’s never felt like this about anybody it can’t be right.

His friends warned him about you, how you play with any body you see. Enticing them with that sweet vanilla smell, those long braids, and your chocolate skin. It has him shivering in his seat, green eyes never leaving your body

Pure-boy Eren who is quick to look away and blush when you make eye contact with him, ignoring the stares he can feel on his back. He decides then maybe he should focus in class

Pure-boy Eren who tries to jolt out of the classroom but is stopped by a tug on his backpack

“Hey pretty boy” your soft voice going straight to his dick, the feeling is so foreign to him he’s at a loss for words. His eyes trail from your lips to your eyes a few times before you close in on him “Wanna come to my room?” Your vanilla scent flooding his senses, the only thing in his brain is you

Pure-boy Eren who lets you do whatever you want to him, keeping still and attempting to be silent as you toy with him

You keep your hand tight around the base of his dick as you kiss all over his face, brown lipgloss staining him. He’s far gone and you know it, you’ve been fishing for him for the longest. The untouchable pure Eren, all in your grasp, you’re taking your time with him.

Pure-boy Eren who comes as many times as you want him to before passing out, long hair sticking all over his face as he murmurs your name in his sleep.

Pure-boy Eren who apologizes when he wakes up, aiding you in cleaning up and washing up as well

Pure-boy Eren who tries to talk to you the next day only seeing you with another guy

He attempts to walk up to you only to be immediately ignored, his heart broken, and his mind in a frenzy. Eren even tried texting you, only for his message to be undelivered. You blocked him, and his friends have to know. Eventually his friends convince him to listen to the rumors about you once and for all.

Pure-boy Eren who swears he’ll make you remember him, even if it means becoming worse than you

A/N: IM BACKK, I’ve been so busy but I’m making my return with something light! Ima be answering these asks these next few days, as always I luv y’all

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spiteless-xo · 8 months

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Eren as side piece headcanons?:)

of course of course 🥰

this was supposed to be a point-form headcanon thing but idk it turned into a little drabble 😳 probably because i feel guilty about the fact that the cheater!eren fic probably still won't get posted today, idk sorry guys i'm struggling w it

╰┈➤ as a side piece.

ft. eren/fem!reader cw. unedited, explicit sexual content (fingering, multiple orgasms, dry humping), explicit language, cheating. 747 words.

your boyfriend isn't very nice to you. he doesn't treat you the way you deserve, doesn't cherish you the way he should -- at least, that's what eren tells you.

"how many times does he get you off before he finishes?" eren asks.

"once," you hiss and you turn away from eren's knowing smirk, feeling heat flood into your cheeks.

"just once?" he tsks, leaning back against the headrest of his bed, hands laced behind his head. "is that why you're always coming over here after you see him?"

"no," you say defensively, but it's true.

"your boyfriend is a piece of shit," he says. eren reaches forward and grabs your ankle, pulling you from your seat at the end of his bed until you're straddled across his hips. "let me show you how a real man treats a woman."

"eren, i told you we need to stop doing this," you scold, but his warm hands are rubbing against your thighs and you can already feel your breathing grow shallow.

"how many times do i get you off before i finish?" he asks, pressing his lips against your throat as his hands shift to your ass, dragging you further into his lap until you can feel his cock pressed against you.

"i don't know," you stutter, eyes falling shut when you feel eren run his tongue up the length of your throat.

"no?" he coos, grinding you against him until you feel the familiar heat building in your gut. "should we count?"

you whimper at the feeling of his hands grabbing harder around your hips. he grinds you back and forth along the length of his cock. your head falls forward, hands gripping his shirt tightly as you feel your orgasm building.

you cum with a shudder, panting out his name as your thighs squeeze around his hips. you can feel your panties dampening from your orgasm and you squirm against his chest.

"one," he chuckles against your neck.

he lifts you up off of his lap, laying you down on your back on his sheets as he kneels between your thighs. eren hooks his fingers into your shorts, dragging them down off of your thighs along with your damp underwear. you hide your face from the smirk he gives you when he sees the way you're absolutely glistening for him.

"this pussy is too pretty not to be worshiped," he hums and you keep your face twisted away from him in embarrassment, but you can't help the stuttered moan when he slips two fingers inside of you.

his fingers are thick and warm, pushing against the tight walls of your cunt and stretching you open for him. you tug your lip between your teeth when you feel him curling his fingers up against the soft bundle of nerves, and you squirm beneath him.

eren presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in small circles as his fingers keep rubbing against that spot inside of you that has your back arching off of his bed. he knows exactly where to touch you -- how to touch you -- to make you unravel completely.

"two," he laughs, feeling your pussy squeeze rhythmically around him as you clutch blindly at the sheets. you gasp and tremble beneath him as he works you through your second orgasm and you whimper, knowing that he's not going to stop until you're begging for him.

"why are you dating that asshole if he can't make you feel like this?" he scoffs, stuffing a third finger inside of you and making you cry out in pleasure. "i can treat you better than him -- you know i can."

you whimper, nodding your head blindly as your eyes scrunch shut. you rock your hips against his hand, chasing your next orgasm as eren grunts above you.

"i bet he doesn't know how to touch you," he says, emphasizing his words by pressing your clit a little harder. "i bet he doesn't even go down on you."

eren's torso keeps your legs from squeezing shut as your body trembles through another orgasm. your pussy squeezes hard around eren's fingers, like you don't want them to ever leave you, as you coat his hands with your slick.

"was that three?" he coos, mockingly. "i haven't even taken my clothes off yet."

"eren," you hiss, a mixture between annoyance and arousal that has eren laughing above you.

"come on," he laughs, laying between your thighs. "i'm not finished, yet."

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mommypieck · 10 months

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choose your character

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mikasa teasing you ✯ mikasa x erens ex ✯ mikasa nsfw alphabet ✯ threesome with eren and mikasa

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14thcommander · 1 year

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• cw: cheating, heavy angst, hurt no comfort, heartbreak, eren is a shitty boyfriend.

It wasn’t a surprise when Eren Yeager turned out to be a cheater.

Your relationship hadn’t been the same for a few months now, as the distance between you grew and your love started to die — slowly, but surely. Of course, you tried to ignore the fact he’s barely paid attention to you during your phone calls, or how he almost never had time for you.

It was, however, extremely surprising to see who he cheated on you with.

“Mikasa?” You ask, voice colder than you thought it would be. There was no screaming, nor fighting.

He stands tall before you, attempting to remain calm throughout the situation. There was still a faint lipstick stain on his neck, and it drove you furious.

The brunette was out the door as soon as you entered his apartment. She wasn’t even strong enough to apologize, or to mumble anything besides “fuck” while she dressed herself. Pathetic, you thought, for a girl who seemed to carry herself so strongly.

Jean had helped to set up a surprise visit for him, given the fact Eren’s birthday was coming up. You wonder if Kirstein knew about any of this, if your friends had caught on to your boyfriend’s infidelity. Strangely, you can’t help but ask yourself if you’re a joke, a mere dancing clown on a circus that was catching fire.

“I can explain…” he started, as his enticing eyes traveled over your figure, only now noticing how your suitcase was standing beside you.

“Then do.” Your response surprises even yourself, as you feel your blood changing from fire to ice in a matter of seconds. The love you once held for him now became hatred, in the blink of an eye — you can’t help but wonder if it’s always been there.

“It’s just… You know.”

An open mouthed laugh erupts from your cursed chest, straight from your broken heart. The situation wasn’t funny — at all — however your body seemed to process it in another way.

It was bound to happen, you think… although you couldn’t believe it didn’t happen for any reason.

“You weren’t here.”

It’s like you can feel your heart breaking inside its organic cage, ripping your soul to shreds. What you feel inside you isn’t the loss of Eren as your lover and friend — it’s the failure of a relationship. Perhaps, even the failure of you as a lover.

You grip the handle of your suitcase, harder. There was no use in fighting, to figure. It would only hurt you more, send you further towards the edge.

Still, you feel a need to hurt him — to break his things and call him names. To tell Eren he was never a good lover anyway, or how he snores so loudly in his sleep. How there’s no one who’s ever going to compare to you, and how you treated him.

Your throat is dry, and your eyes are wet.

You decide, however, there’s only one thing that could hurt him just as bad as he hurt you.

Silence.

“Goodbye, Eren.” You whisper, before turning around and exiting his apartment, in the same way you came in.

#eren angst #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n

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tvgals · 1 year

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‘ IF I WANT YO NIGGA, BITCH YOU BETTA WATCH HIM ‘

cheater! toxic! eren x black! fem! reader

cw: eren’s an asshole to his girlfriend, he really only cares about reader, eren’s girlfriend doesn’t have a name, eren doesn’t care about his girlfriend, cheating, lying, cream pie, l-bombs, pussy eating

notes: it kinda gets sloppy as you read since i was rlly rushing to get this out

@kvurlt

eren and his girlfriend were never intimate. besides the occasional blowjob or fingering session. never before has he stuck his dick inside her, he finds it repulsive honestly. he’s never been more bored by an idea more. that might sound harsh, but it’s the truth. sure, in highschool he was fucking left and right, but now, he only has eyes on one girl. not his girlfriend, of course not. she’s just a filler. she’s the one that fell for eren’s emerald eyes and gold chain lugging on his neck, she’s the one that fell for the “i love you” act. how stupid could she be?!

“what the fuck are you doing?” eren grunts, stumbling into his shared walk-in closet, looking at his girlfriend trying on dresses. “trying on outfits. have you..been drinking again?” his girlfriend asks, like this was normal. well..it kinda was. eren would be gone for almost days. not returning calls and texts. “n-no.” he hiccups, wiping his mouth off as if it would help.

“yes you have. i thought you stopped!” she complains, rolling her eyes. “y-ya’ didn’t answer…my question! where’re..ya’ goin’?” eren mutters, stumbling closer to his girlfriend. “out. me and my friends wanna go try this new restaurant. where’ve you been?” she starts asking her own question, ending it in a sultry tone. “with..y/n..smoked nd…*hiccup* drunk a lil..just..a lil though..” eren stutters, searching for a hair tie to pull his hair back.

“y/n? i told you i don’t like her. why do you keep hanging out with her?” she asks, turning to face eren, who was now sat on the floor. “like y/n…she’s…she’s cool…mad pretty too..” eren giggles. his girlfriend isn’t amused, rolling her eyes and sighing.

“you never listen to me eren. i tell you things and you just shrug them off. i finally wanted you to come and eat with my parents! and you totally bailed on me, for a smoke session with y/n? bullshit!” she rants, she knows there has to be something going on between you and eren, she just doesn’t know what. “didnt wanna meet…*hiccup* parents..too early..and y/n jus’ dragged me ‘long… we had a fun time..” he slurred, smiling at the memories. you between his legs, him between your legs, him inside you, kissing, all of it.

“you don’t ever wanna smoke with me. the other day i asked if you wanted to in the car, and you said: ‘sorry, y/n already invited me over to her’s. see you later.’ and you didn’t come over for almost six hours! what the fuck could you have been doing?” she questioned, eren just sat on the floor grinning. “it’s also the fact you’ve never had sex with me. and don’t start with that ‘oral counts’ bullshit. it doesn’t! my friend and her boyfriend are having a baby this summer. you know i’ve always wanted to be a mom, and you’re pushing me aside!” she’s completely abandoned her makeup now, only worried about the man who’s currently sitting on her floor.

“wanna.. wait for marriage..” that was a lie. “gotta be pure..” eren mutters, arm over his eyes to avert the light. “haven’t you fucked y/n? that’s not very pure to me. you and her are attached at the hip when it should really be me and you! i’m your girlfriend for fucks sake. you barely even kiss me!” she grumbled. why was eren so..mundane with her? why did he never talk to her like he did you? why were you so special?

“only…fucked her one time…was reaallll good.. and i always wanna..do shit with you..but you always wanna go out with friends or..wanna go shopping…” eren says, making his own complaints. “no you don’t!” she decided to block out the first thing he said. “y’know what? i’m not gonna argue.” she sighs. “good..now come to bed..” eren grins. he remembered all the times he’s had you over, with and without his girlfriend. “no. leave, now.” she says, stomping her foot like a toddler. “whaatt..whyyy..” eren whines, wiping his eyes, tears accumulating from the light. “because you’re not listening to me. go be with y/n. i’ll see you later, bye!” eren just groans. “not supposed to meet her until like….i dunno twelve?”

“what? you guys…hold on, hold on. you guys MEET when i’m ASLEEP?” she yells, she’s never felt this much rage before. “jus’ sometimes..nothin’ but a weed deal.” eren picks himself up off of the floor, walking towards the bed and bellyflopping. “it’s more than just a deal if you’re gone until 12 in the afternoon. eren, get the fuck out.” she points towards the door. eren throws his hands up in innocence. “alright, alright.” and he walks towards the door, checking his phone. he slides into his yeezy slides and walks out the door, not without the key. “don’t come back!” she says before shutting the door.

eren turns his phone on to call you, the phone ringing only twice before your honey-like voice picks up.

‘rinnieeee!! hiii!’

‘hey ma’. she fuckin’ kicked me out..need you to come and get me.’

‘of course! stay in the lobby, yeah?’

“coo’.”

eren hangs up, finding a spot in the lobby to wait. about ten minutes later, his phone dings. ‘cmon rinnie’ he smiles and walks outside, seeing your mercedes benz waiting in the parking lot. he jogs up to your door and slides in the passenger seat. you barely gave him time to breath in your strawberry scented air freshener before you were asking questions. “what happened?” eren runs his hand down his face. “came home lil drunk…she mad a big ass deal about it..and she told me how i never met her parents, how i never please her, blah blah blah..then i said that me ‘nd you weren’t supposed to meet until 12 and she kicked me out.” he gave you the rundown, you sigh.

“how long you gotta stay at my house? i ain’t got a lot of clothes for you.” you warn, pulling out of the parking lot. “yeah yeah.” eren feels his phone vibrate. he pulls it out of his pocket.

‘hey ren. didn’t mean to blow up like that, if you wanna talk it out we can.’

“is that her?” you asked. “mhm” he just hummed. you sigh, plugging you phone up to the aux, finding your apple music playlist you and eren mutually jam out, going through lauryn hill, mf doom, tyler the creator, and too much more to write. “love being with you y/n.” eren says, pupils big and blown. “aweee, i love being with you too rinnie! now cmon.” you say, parking in your spot, hopping out to walk to your apartment complex. “wanted to move here..she said no.. jus’ wanted to be closer to you.” eren says, intertwining his hand with yours. “rinnie, i don’t understand why you don’t just break up with her. we’ll go anywhere you want. we don’t have to stay here.” you say, caressing his hand with your thumb. you two are now in the elevator, you taking your free hand to press the ‘2’ button.

“i just gotta figure out…when to do it. don’t worry, princess. i’ll get it figured out soon.” he comforts. “yeah, yeah. she knows what’s going on. jus’ please, hurry up.” you two step off of the elevator, walking to your room, still hand in hand. “is my princess jealous?” he asks, the smell of hennessy sitting low on his breath. “maybe. don’t like the idea of you and her fuckin’..” you whisper, opening your door. “oh baby, no one but you. only you.” in one swift motion, eren takes his hand away and picks you up from the bottom of your ass. “ren!” you squeal. eren uses his forearm to hold you up, taking his other hand to the back of your head, forcing a kiss. quickly it heats up, tongue and spit sliding down you two’s chins. eren squeezes you cheeks and pulls away. “need you now…” and he almost runs to your couch, laying you down and throwing your legs over his shoulder.

“please ‘rinnie..hurry up!” you whine, shimmying out of your sweatpants eren had lent you. “takin’ my time..shh princess.” he whispers, pulling your emerald green panties aside and shoving two fingers inside your cunt, making your back arch. “haven’t been fuckin’ yourself huh? can tell, mama’s so tight fa’ me.” eren smiles, the feeling of you on his fingers will almost never fade. “unt unt… waited for you..” you moan, hands clutching onto the couch cushions. “good girl..” eren takes his fingers out and quickly replaces them with his tongue. “oh my goddd..” your eyes roll to the back of your head, grasping eren’s hair and forcing his face into your cunt. “fuck ‘ren.. right there!” you practically scream, eren’s hands come up on either side of your thighs, pulling them apart.

“open ‘em up for me baby.” he whispers into your cunt. “shit rinnie…gonna cum..” you warn him, trying your hardest to stay open for him. “let it go baby..” and so you did, with a scream of his name and a hand still entangled in his hair. “needa be inside.” eren frees his dick from his sweatpants and boxers, letting it hit his stomach with a soft thud. he strokes himself a few times before slowly inching his dick inside of you. “baby…holy shit..” you grimace from the stretch. “take it all in..it’s okay baby.” he reassures, holding your hands and hiding his face in your neck. “ren…” you moan, holding your arms under eren’s scratching his back. “mark me up baby…show her i’m yours..” he smiles into your neck. “i will i will..” you mumble back, feeling your body succumb to its high. “‘m gonna cum eren…right there please..” you moan.

“gonna cum inside..you don’t mind, do you pretty girl? gonna knock you up, yeah?” eren growls, his chain cold on your bare chest. “don’t mind..don’t mind…i love you rinnie…” you whisper, your high teetering over the edge. “cummin…” you say, hooking your ankles onto eren’s back. “mhm…let it out baby..” eren says, grunting when he feels his own high, releasing inside of you. “feels so good..” eren says, raising his head to kiss your cheek. “mhm…” you hum. “heard you say you loved me huh?” he asks, chuckling. “stop..’s embarrassing.” you whine. “how come?” eren asks, pulling out of you and grabbing a throw cover that fell onto the floor.

“y’ have a girlfriend! and and…” you were cut off by a kiss. “i love you too baby. doesn’t compare to you..my favorite girl.” eren says, brushing your curls off your forehead.

after a month or so, eren decided to break up with his girlfriend.

“it’s because of that whore y/n, isn’t it? she took you away just like i said she would! you’re such a fuckin’ asshole, take your shit and get the fuck out.” she cried, dialing someone’s number on her phone. “was already plannin’ on it.”

y/nsinterlude

y/nsinterlude: whoops, got yo nigga!

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Armin’s Mean Girl

Pairings 🔪: Armin Arlet x fem!reader

Encapsulation 🔪: Being a mean girl is a life you lived and breathed, Armin couldn’t help but to fall in love even if you aren’t looking for love in a married man

Warnings 🔪: Smut, manipulative! Armin, manipulative!reader, face fucking, filming, dom!Armin( kinda), Armin is ooc and he’s taller than his usual height for the sake of this position( about 6’1), reader is spiteful towards the wife, a complete mean girl, eren is your ex and he’s mentioned, breeding, choking, impact play, dirty talking(degradation and praise), cheater!Armin, Husband!Armin, chubby reader, black coded reader( just not explicit), rough fucking, Cumming in mouth, swallowing, cervix fucking( just a little bit)

Word Count 🔪: 3.9k

18+ Spooky Hotties Allowed

This is for @sanzucide burn book collab, tysm for letting me join!!

Armin was your play toy who you loved to fuck. He always was so whiny and beautiful when you’re riding him.

The way his dulcet, blue eyes went droopy whenever you squeezed around him was enough to make you want him for yourself but instead you had to share with that bitch. You hated her ever since high school and now she is married to him at the age of 25 years old. Who the hell gets married in their 20s anyways? Bitches who act mighty and fake-classy, that’s for sure. Yeah you held hella resentment to the bitch who took everything from you.

Every activity you did, she managed to do and always got praises. Every friend you made or tried to make, she swooped in with her perfect smile taking them away from you. You were beginning to see a pattern when she took Eren away from you. He was your love at the time and she managed to slip her freshly done manicured hands that had the same design as you, French tips at that time, into his pants and heart.

She was the new girl at the school and yet she started to have more followers than you. You were the one who put her on the map, yet she turned out to be “better” than you. The people’s words of course not yours, duh! The pattern led you to believe she was obsessed with you ever since you befriended her when no one else was willing. Even your close friends managed to point out similarities between you two.

Every time you got a new mini skirt, she got the same fabric and design just a different color. Every heel you wore she wore at parties she’d invite everyone to. Everytime you got a new pair of gym shoes or boots her ass got them the next week or day.

She was an annoying little bitch and now she’s a changed woman. News flash she isn’t and you know it because once a mean girl will always be a mean girl, you all just grow up into mean sluts or whores. You can proudly vouch for that, reasons why you made it this far in life now: being mean and pretty can get you everywhere. You would know since you were the face of that category.

You were honestly beginning to feel bad for her at one point because of Armin Arlert.He was your play toy for two reasons only, one he was that bitch, Anna, husband and two because he was Eren’s best friend, crazy right. She fucked both of them but managed to marry one of them due to eren cheating on her with Misa, the same way he cheated on you with her.

Oh how much you laughed and posted the papers about her and eren relationship being over with the text messages of him and her when he was cheating on you with her, revenger was written at the top of the paper with red coloring and next to the screenshots were pictures of Eren and Misa making out in his car. You exposed them two in the process of exposing the slimy bitch you hated since she got to the school. The best part is— you didn’t care about the backlash.

Armin, on the other hand, was sweet but never innocent. You knew that from the start when you first met him in high school. He fabricated his innocence and honestly you wanted to call him out to get the kick out of it but what sense does that make if you can just prove his not so innocent based on his desperation for you alone. It was almost sad at how desperate he was. But you basked in his desperation, it made you really want to string him along for more than you planned. Candy is a good example to describe this situation—

very sweet but unhealthy to eat.

The feeling of evil was all around you as you had your phone out recording yourself sucking his long dick. You were enjoying sucking him off so much that you didn’t even care about his panicked face once he saw you recording on your phone. You also didn’t care because you were trying to fit all of him inside your mouth. You see Armin’s dick was bigger than your mouth can take, he was thick and long with three veins across his dick, it curved upwards and you found that fascinating once you finally fucked him senior year of high school, now you both were in college fucking like rabbits without his pregnant “wife” knowing.

Armin reached to grab your phone but you were quicker than him, “ Ah Ah Ah, this is for me, blonde, so sit back and relax while I suck your cock the way you like it.” Armin couldn’t help but to doubt what you were saying when he saw the smirk you displayed on your pretty face, “ You got to promise me that you won’t show anybody, especially her?”

You purse your lips out and scrunch up your face before responding, “ Okay, I promise but if you or her gets out of line then she’s getting shown the video of you eating my pussy, got that?”

You didn’t let him respond because you wrapped your succulent lips around his red flushed tip, sucking on it with eagerness while pointing the camera at you and then him when you saw the way his eyes rolled back. Gosh he was angelic and here you were sucking the “innocence” out of him.

You heard a faint “ fuck” as you took him deeper down your throat making sure not to gag too much, relaxing your throat in the process. You felt his thighs quiver underneath your pretty hands with light pink nails that fit well with your skin complexion due to how pretty the pink was. He had to sit up on his elbows to see you take him into your mouth, “ Fuck yes, take all of me baby, please, your throat is like another pussy baby. So tight and wet.”

You let out a little giggle against his cock creating vibrations, earning a deep groan. Your wink at the camera with a full mouth was enough to make him cum. He took the camera from your hands and held it in view of you sucking his dick with his stomach sucking in and out whenever you suck hard on his cock.

“ Aah yes baby, suck my cock just like that, such a good little slut.”, Armin moans, still trying to hold the camera up while his body bounced back on the bed. You took one of your hands and played with his balls, deep throating his cock to the best of your ability. His tip was bullying the back of your throat and you loved every second of it.

You let out little moans making his mind go in and out, he was mind fucked right now just off your plush, glossy lips wrapped around his cock like his perfect little whore. Armin couldn’t take it anymore, so he had no choice but to hold your head with his free hand, he moved into your mouth at a moored pace, “ ohhh shit, your mouth is soo… soo… amazing!”

You could tell he was about to cum when his balls slapped against your chin in pleasure. You holllowed your cheeks for him and that only got your nose stuffed against his pelvis taking in his beauotful scent with a mixture of his sweat musk. Your jaw felt like it was going to break and your throat felt like it was being punctured by a pin. Point being that it hurts.

You tried to breathe out of your nose since your mouth was stuffed with all of his dick but as soon as his balls jumped, cum flowed inside of your mouth, “ mmm”. Low panic of hums were heard, just like the deep groans heard around the room. Your were coughing and trying to break apart from Armin’s dick but he wasn’t letting up especially when he snapped his hips into your mouth three more times, “ Take it all baby, that’s right, swallow my dick baby, swallow all of my cum just like the perfect girl you claim to be. Oh!”

He talked like this to you when you made him mad or he’s completely had enough. You tried to swallow all of his cum but you were getting light headed, so you decided to tap his thighs telling him to let you up but he wasn’t listening until he saw your mascara roll down your eyes mixing in with the most angelic tears he’s ever witnessed. More spit was trailing down your mouth and onto his dick, creating more shininess. God! Did you look so perfect right now? A true slut. His slut!

Because you looked so pretty with tears and his cock in your mouth and because you were a good girl and swallowed most of his cum, he allowed you to breathe again. You hurried and latched yourself off his cock with a string of saliva disconnecting you apart from his cock. You sat on your knees coughing and wheezing from the impact of almost dying on his dick. Never did he ever do that and for some reason you wanted him to do it more often now. The feeling of dying while sucking dick was an entirely new feeling you were beginning to like, maybe even love.

Armin caught his breath as he sat up, still holding your phone to your face, seeing if you’re okay , “ You alright, baby?” You were confused because he was about to kill you just a minute ago and now he’s comforting you, you weren’t complaining though. To answer his question, you nodded your head and that action made him smile at you before pecking you on the lips two times, “ Allow me to fuck a baby into you? Can you allow that for me? Hmm.”

Your eyes widened at that statement and you were about to respond until you heard him chuckle, “ learn how to take a joke, baby, isn’t that what you always tell me?” You were frozen until you got the courage to laugh, “ yeah but I’m ready for you to take me now, please fuck me Min’!”

Armin smiled with a tight lipped smile prior to him grabbing your hand, pulling you up just to switch places with you while pushing you down on the bed in the process. You were confused because why would he push you down on your stomach instead of telling you to bend over if he’s fucking you in one of his usual positions: Doggy style.

“ You said you wanted to try a new position and I’ve asked Connie, Jean, Eren, and Reiner what positions are best when having sex, they added one called prone-bone. Honey, have you ever tried that before? Did he ever do that position with you because he suggested it to me without even knowing I was talking about his ex girl he’s still hung up on.”, Armin whispers in your ear. He was so happy you were already bare, it’s just your bra and panties still on. He also wanted to see your reaction to what he just said so he cocked his head down and to the side to see your face.

You were smirking because you knew Eren was the one who suggested it because that was a position you introduced him to and the position he taught to her— who will not be named.

Armin chuckled at your face before placing his knees on both sides of your hips massaging the fat of your ass in between his pretty, long fingers, “ Fuck, this ass is perfect and all mine.” You never heard him talk like this and was about to question him until he ripped your panties in half making you gasp, “ Armin! What the fuck!”

Armin didn’t care about what you have to say because he’ll just buy you more. Right now, he only cared about the feeling of your warm walls around his dick. He’s aching for it and he now knows you are too when he reaches down to rub your clit feeling the stickiness and wetness. He felt your body shake underneath him as you bit your lip letting a mean moan escape your pretty lips he’s fallen in love with. He could only see your since he was holding your neck with one hand, making you bend your back a little to gain access of the view of him taking you in.

“ Are you ready, princess? Hmm.”, He asked as he leaned down to pack you again. Armin was glad that you were under him right now. He may be short but damn did he have a long length somewhere else.

“ Please put it in already, I wanna feel you inside of me, Min’ please.”, you say as you looked up at him with doll-like lashes and pretty eyes he always admired. You knew you had him right where you wanted because you did two things he loved— batting those pretty eyelashes and begging.

“ You’re begging is so hot princess, your making my dick jump based off that alone.”, Armin says before letting go of your neck. He tapped your ass with his cock three times, pushing in with a deep moan. You and Armin moan in sync at the feeling of his cock bullying its way into you like a burglar breaking into a house.

Armin’s cock belonged inside of you and he knew it all along, he had no remorse on fucking you in the bed he and his wife lay, besides she just wasn’t you, so he definitely didn’t feel bad. He so badly wanted to because of the humane and nice side of him but his other side was doing the thinking and talking here and he let it. For you.

Armin snapped his hips into you, feeling you spasm around his cock like an elastic band. His cock was curved and hit you in all the right places. You stretched around him while also pulling him inside due to your tightness and he loved it so much, “ Aah baby, this feels so good, keep doing your pussy like that,”

You grabbed onto the sheets crumbling them under your respirated hand, “ Arminnn, this is too much, I think I could feel you in my stomach, Mmgh fuck!” Armin smirked when he heard your voice, fuck it was so sexy no matter the tone or how soft or deep it was. He was completely in love with you. He knew that ever since he named his first child after your middle name and naming his second child with a name similar to yours.

Armin’s movements were slow and steady since he set up your phone on the prompt up pillows he stored without you noticing. Your moans were soundless because of your face being stuffed into the cleaned sheets on his bed. He was so glad his wife was out with the kids tonight over her mother's house. He had the whole house to himself for the night since he chose to have a fight with her for this reason only. Making love and fucking you.

His warm lips trailed down the back of your neck as he moved in and out of your soaking tight cunt. The way you hugged around him should be studied in sex mususems if there is one. You sweet moans rolled off your tongue and sounded like his favorite genre of music on repeat. You were enticing and dangerous. He’d risk it all for you in a heartbeat.

The feeling of Armin kissin’ down your neck and back was everything you needed to add to this sensual pleasure but you wanted him to treat you like his slut he claims for you to be, right now he’s going so slow that it’s painful and pleasuring at the same time, “ Come on, min’ is that the best you got for me? What a shame when Eren did this position it was way better than whatever this is. I mean the way he pounded inside of me was something I will cherish until somebody has topped him and so far Nobody has topped him.” And to top it off you laughed at him.

Armin stopped every movement he had when you mentioned his best friend, your ex. Why did you have to go there and on top of that you laugh at him, mocking him, so he had no choice but to fuck up his wall. Don’t know how he’s going to explain it to his wife and don't care about it right now. Not after what you just said.

Armin positioned himself lower, making his chest touch your back, he forcefully intertwined his right hand on top of yours before using his left arm to wrap around your neck, “ You won’t even think about him when I’m done with you.” Armin snapped his hips into your ass creating ripples form how hard he fucked into your pussy. Your oussy quivered around his cock but he didn’t care because he kept going like that. Wet claps were heard around the room in sync with the bed frame hitting the wall over and over.

You couldn’t do anything but scream from the impact of his dick creeping it’s way to your cervix. Everytime he moved in your walls clamped around him like a magnet and when he moved out they went right back to the way they were before. You felt so good and full, this is what you wanted.

His name felt like a ritual to you since you were chanting it over and over as he fucked inside of your faster, finally making his tip collide with your cervix over and over. Meanwhile, your eyes were rolled into the back of your head at his movements and words whispered in your ear, “ This is what you wanted right. You wanted me to treat you like the slut you are, right? How embarrassing. Truly.”

You almost wanted to cry at his tone and the fact that the way his dick is slamming into your pussy felt like somebody was slapping you on your pussy over and over. Technically he was since his balls slapped onto your clit.

He finally lifted up and put your legs together before pouncing on you again. You couldn’t see the look in his face and you wished you could because he was ducking you just like you wanted him too.

He held himself up by his hands before digging inside of your pussy like a man trying to find gold on sacred land, “ Fuck yes, so embarrassing for you to only think of being a slut. Nothing else goes on inside of that pea brain of yours and it’s concerning. You’re so- ughh! Shit!- so damn lucky your face and pussy makes up for what’s lost up there. Such a mean girl but with a broken mind, am I right?”

You felt disgusted because he was right and because he was holding your head down with one of his hands. He turned your head to the picture on his dresser and it was of his family. Gosh were you really a whore.

“ Armin, please, it’s starting to hurt but I want you to keep going, Mmgh, you fuck me so much better!”, You say with tears coming out your closed eyes. You only closed them to get the image of his family out of your mind while fucking him and it worked but not for long when you heard him let out a loud groan before lifting half of your body up by your hair, “ Don’t take your fucking eyes off that photo, you want to act like a slut and mention the one name I told you not to mention than you’ll be treated like a 2 dollar Whore who’s fucking a married man with two kids, ahhh fuck! Your fucking getting off to this shit because you’re squeezing me so hard.”

Your neck was starting to hurt but he didn’t care because he still drilled into your pussy with no mercy. You were starting to feel like you were about to piss on yourself so you reached back to tap his thighs, but he swat your hands away like a fly on a hot summer day. You felt humiliated when you started to feel yourself peeing, only to feel yourself squirting instead. You hated how the two were similar but you loved the feeling of squirting on a big dick. Armin was the only one to make that happen.

You screamed out his name over and over as he continued to pound inside of you despite you squirting on his dick and the bed, “ Ahh Armin, I wanna- Ohh fuck!— I wanna cum, fuck it I’m about to cum..” you chanted out pleas after that and honestly it was falling death on his ears because he was too focused on getting himself off right now that he didn’t care what you say or did.

“ Puusy is mine, you got that. No other person can make you feel this way like I do. You know this, princess. Huugh fuck— you fit around me so well, your pussy has been fucked into shape by me and I can’t be more proud of myself for fucking this hot. Used. Pussy.”, Armin couldn’t help the words that came out of his mouth because he was pussy drunk and he could tell you were drunk off his cock. Your babbling could justify his point. Just the way he likes it.

His sweat was building up on his body and his limbs were starting to stagger due to the feeling of cumming. He needed to cum so badly that’s why he started chanting your name. Both of your bodies fell onto the bed and he kept moving inside of you chasing his flaming and needed orgasm. Your scream and the tightness of your cunt was enough to let him know that you came around him. The cream flowed down your pussy and onto his thick dick making his body shudder with desperation, “ Shit I can’t hold on, I’m cummin’, cumming inside of you!” You couldn’t help but to moan in exhaustion when you felt his shots of cum inside of you.

It was so hot inside of you and the way he was whispering in your ear made you cry, “ Feel nothing else but my dick, baby. Fucking hell! I love you so much, so, so, so much!” You hated that he was confessing his love to you but at the same time you loved it because now you have everything you needed from him.

He pulled out of you and rolled off you, “ That was amazing, y/n.” You faced his way and smiled at him, “ It was, thank you so much for proving what I already knew: you’re better than everybody I fucked. And that’s only three people.”

Armin chuckled before leaning in to capture your phone, passing it to you, “ Come here and make sure you send me that later, she isn’t coming here until tomorrow evening.”

You smirked in victory as you laid beside him with your legs entangled with his. Anna was gonna feel everything tomorrow and he was too because in the morning he saw you gone, leaving only your schemes and you two scandals behind for him to explain to everyone who supported him and his wife.

God! You loved being a mean girl!

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